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You can choose to believe
in yourself
and make something
of your life,
or you can choose
to do nothing
and merely take up time
and space.
You can choose to make
each day a beautiful day,
or you can choose
to walk around in misery
and full of anger.
You can choose to make
a difference in this world,
or you can choose
to complain about everything
and do nothing to change
anything.
You can choose to be
a leader and an innovator,
or you can choose
to follow the crowd
and wander aimlessly through
life.
You can choose
God and everlasting life,
or you can choose sin
and spiritual death.
Everything is about choices.
One's poetic ability, yea willingness, to speak
Truth.
To stand, soul-naked, as it were...
Whilst your poet enemies stone you or avoid
you in the online public square.
To swim with the sharks, though thou
might be their delicious repast.
To be be happily avoided because you
don't follow the crowd.
You won't bow and scrape and sell your
soul nor your country out, no how!
In this battlefield of ideas, the small of
mind will shame you.
Brandish your sword of courage,in full
view!
A stalwart poem with three hundred reads and
comments, but two?
Shows that popularity trumps truth here,
So much so, I want to permanently vanish!
Or have 38,000 poets here to the famed,
"isle of Denial" be heretofore, banished!
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July 13, 2020
10:30 pm PST
I traveled the road of ease till I could not any more
It left bad memories and disenchantment
Not able to hold my head high and see the wrong
I came to a fork in my path, I sat and pondered
Which pathway shall I chose to go?
Down the well-traveled path knowing what lay there?
To certain disappointment and heartache?
Many have traveled this path unhappily
You can see them along the way sitting there
Just existing, not living at all, broken
Looking down the less traveled path
I don’t see anyone along the way, curious
I set out down the pathway to see why
I came upon a sign that read
You are worthy never doubt it
Hmmm, plodding along I went on
I encountered kindly old gentleman
He looks up saying to me
“I see you made it my dear.”
Confused I asked did he know me
“Yes my dear I have watched you struggle,
Guided you along the way, carried you
When the burdens too heavy for you”
Seeing I was still confused he continues
“Many take the easy way out and follow the crowd
But you in your time of need followed
The less traveled pathway, I will guide you
As long as you stay on this pathway”
It dawned on me who he was
I had forgotten so much of what I learned
God didn’t forget me but guided me
He put me on the road less traveled
To keep me safe in his love for me.
My Choice
One road is rocky
with many holes.
The entrance gate is
narrow and few find it.
It is steep, with a
long climb.
A narrow path
with treacherous footing.
But the end is a place
of eternal rest, beauty and peace.
The other road is smooth
with no potholes.
The entrance gate is broad
and high and many find it.
The road is wide
no guard rails needed.
It is a flat road, so
legs never grow tired.
But the end is eternal pain, suffering
and torment.
It is easy to follow the crowd
and take the road most travelled.
But, I will change direction
and take the road less travelled.
PERPETUAL PEACE
‘A hollow victory, this success I’ve gained.’
I follow the crowd of fueled hysteria, though we have nowhere to go. The landscape’s been altered - the black and blue of evil’s all that’s left. Yesterday’s kaleidoscope, like the Aurora Borealis, should have been viewed spectacular, but our loved ones have been whisked away, perhaps beamed up by extraterrestrials. That’s what my logical mind says.
I laugh.
I enter the tent of Perpetual Peace, a church constructed overnight. That’s when my day spiraled out of control. Humming is all I hear. The buzzing tries to hinge to my inner thoughts.
It won’t stop!
It won’t stop!
The cacophony on the outside tries to wrap around my arms and legs.
I run!
I run!
“It’s the apocalypse” someone screams. I can’t get that word out of my head.
The chaotic day ends in flames.
I stare. I stare... into the abyss.
Repetitive my lips:
‘A hollow victory.
this success I’ve gained’
accompanied by perpetual humming
9/12/2017
Eight Word Challenge 4
Heteronormativity in Jail
‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once we follow the crowd
‘Eccentricity get into that box until no box is required’
So called traitors poets intellectuals struggle with blame
are deemed the fifth column since we should be all equal
On the battle fields of evil ‘you are with us or against us’
while the golden mean of virtue and reason withers away
in dire misappropriation of the ancient theme of wisdom
‘Stay on the path’ and soon there will be fences and bars
when we will finally accept the message and convenience that
prisons and goal post surely protect us simply from our Selves
Unless of course we chose to march in the centre of convictions
behold as treasures the journey without the meddling middlemen
or women who claim the truth from poisoned cages of indifference
For those residents in MAGAville,
That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass.
Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and
For that moment, you might not be without class.
I know it must be difficult for you,
To honestly think and even act for yourself.
But what the hell, take a break from your ignorance,
And raise your mind above that bottom shelf.
Maybe then you can show some independence,
Since you don't always have to follow the crowd.
While those keepers of oaths and stupidity,
Can look elsewhere to make their boys proud.
Because honestly, you've been missing the boat of reality,
While sailing on a junket to an island of fantasy.
And pardon me against all truth that's social,
But that gibberish is quite simply, lunacy!
So stand tall, pull your big-boy pants on,
Take a deep breath, then swallow hard.
Take a look in the mirror with clear eyes,
Find the truth behind the lies, and what remains is a canard.
Sometimes I like to go walking
In search of a quiet place
To free myself for a little while
From the entanglements of this race.
Occasionally, I find myself, running
In circles of modern-day-dreams;
Making ends meet in the fields or the streets
Is indubitably more difficult than it seems.
On the surface so simple and easy:
Do your duty and follow the crowd;
Be there on time and eventually you’ll find
Success, if you’re lucky somehow. Sometimes
I like to go walking
In search of a quiet place
Where trees grow high way up to the sky
And the winds pass gentle on my face. Still looking
Towards the illusively fading horizon ahead
Outward bound beauty beyond
Imagination’s Siren call I’m led.
Into the streets past cars and buses
Towards rivers wide with railroad trusses. Crossing over
Shore to shoreline, present to past,
Today, tomorrow, slow to fast. Following
That still small voice within, sometimes
I like to go walking now and then.
On the day He died, I felt such shame, quiet with remorse—too broken to name. Why did I follow the crowd of worldly men, mocking, scorning, spitting on Him?
I was the reason He suffered that pain, I searched for comfort, but guilt would remain. I couldn’t eat, nor close my eyes to sleep, knowing He was gone—my sorrow ran deep.
When I had no one, He cared for me, But I was too hardened, too blind to see. When others ridiculed, He never took part, every kind act came straight from His heart.
He loved both the rich and the poor, He restored the broken, healed the sore. How could I have been so prideful, so blind? So cruel in spirit, so careless, unkind?
Sadness and guilt clung tight to my soul, Wishing I’d taken that cup, paid that toll. Why did I point and shout, “Crucify!” Condemning the Lamb—the Most High—to die?
Oh, my Judas heart, what have I done? I betrayed the Christ, God’s only Son. Ashamed of what I witnessed that day, I wept and wilted—my heart gave way.
Through darkened hours, the sorrow grew, until I knew what I must do. No longer did I wish to live, My broken life, I longed to give.
Head bowed low, soul torn apart— I knew what I did in my sinful heart! Sighing, I lifted up my tear-streaked face- a luminous figure stood in that place.
Could it be Him? A dream, a sign? I longed to talk with him and cry! I knelt with falling tears, too ashamed to speak, But He looked with mercy—I felt my knees go weak.
He showed me His hands—nail-pierced, divine. How He still loved me, I couldn’t define. I couldn’t face what I had done... But He held me close—I was forgiven by the Son.
He said He loved me, and all men still. That He obeyed His Father’s will; That all might live—redeemed, restored— Through mercy poured and grace outpoured.
Not sentenced to Hell but, forgiven. To be with Jesus, always and forever in the Kingdom of Heaven.
That part, gotta follow your own heart.
Living in the blind.
Living in the dark.
Looking for a fresh start.
Avoiding the narcs,
And them punk ass marks,
That's got, no heart.
Coming like a turd,
Better yet a fart.
Sprinkle the pepper by the door
For the dogs,
Coming with the barks.
Grab the gat,
Toast that ass, like some Pop tarts.
No mercy, no gravity, for bringing the salt.
One man down, then two, it's not my fault.
No time to think twice
Like a fish in a net, get caught.
Your lost.
Bitches trying to bring it.
I got something for them chickas,
Way sweeter.
Never follow the crowd,
Always been a leader.
Stepping into these hands,
*****, I'm coming with some heaters.
You gone think your nigga beat yah!
Write, erase then read yah!
"Got the salt by the door,
To keep them demons from coming in"!
"Keep them demons from coming in".
"Keep them demons from coming in".
Pepper on stand by,
"To keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Them dog's from sniffing".